Classic Poem

Not on the Mother's sacred vows,
Not on Isis' bovine spouse,
Not on any god at all,
Gellia in her oaths doth call.
It is by her pearls she swears.
Kisses every one she wears,
Fondles it and calls it brother,
Sister: though she is a mother
With two babes, she loves her pearls
Better than she loves her girls;
Swears she could not live a day
If her pearls were stol'n away.
Would you lead the dame a dance?
Now, sir cracksman, here's your chance.